In the name of the Light, be judged by justice! ”

Shrouded in light, Ares yelled at him. The light strengthened his armor, a flaming red light flowing across its surface.

Facing Dranoche. In the direction of Sarufar's lunge, Ares thrust the Ember Messenger into the frozen ground. The holy light converged into a barrier of light, instantly protecting the paladin, and at the same time, the death knight roared and jumped high, and the black-edged battle axe slashed at the paladin like a deathwalker.

However, this blow proved that he was stupid, and Delanosh underestimated the strength of the Ember Bringer. When the Holy Light was infused with this sacred weapon, it was no longer an ordinary two-handed sword, it had become part of the paladin's body. The human sword is one, and light pours out of Ares' body. Burned the ground around it.

Dranos was knocked flying by a powerful wave of light. His cold body burned.

However, the Death Knight healed himself as soon as he landed, and the dark energy poured into the wound to stop the spread of flames, and he dragged his tomahawk to continue the charge...... However, this time, Ares did not give him a respite. The paladin clenched his fists and called out to the light, and the golden energy gathered in his hands. As Dranosh rushed in front of him, a blazing golden light burst out from the palm of Ares' hand.

Like the sun on the ground, the intense and dazzling ball of light directly knocked Dranosh to the ground. The smell of burnt flesh was in the air. A large flaming hole appeared in the area where the Death Knight was hit by the blast of light. The dark power bestowed upon him by the Lich King is pouring out from this fatal wound.

Dranosh fell to the ground and struggled, however, no one would give him mercy. Old Sarufar dragged his scarred body along. The old orc held a battle axe in one hand and looked down at his former proud son.

"Father's ......"

Dranos groaned.

"No, you're not my son."

However, he was greeted by Sarufar's grim face. In front of Ares, the old orc raised the axe in his hand. An axe slashed into the Death Knight's chest. This blow pierced through the armor of the undead, and even, through the heart of little Sarufar.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Everyone stopped and quietly watched the scene of Sarufar's "righteous annihilation". Suddenly, the old orc fell to his knees, and he knelt beside the cold corpse of Dranosh. An unspeakable pain came over Sarufar's face.

Love...... Yes, he loved his son, however, in the end, he had to turn his tomahawk at his son.

"My son...... Wait for me...... I'll take you...... ...... home."

It took a long time for the old orc to spit out a few bitter words from the depths of his throat.

"Let's go. Sarufar ......"

After silence, Ares crouched beside the old orc and comforted him.

At this moment, Ares noticed that Sarufar had tears in his eyes. But he quickly swallowed his tears, and when he stood up and turned around again, he was already a leader-level warrior to everyone.

"Revenge!"

Sarufar roared. The orc warriors and minotaur warriors in front of them immediately raised their weapons and roared.

On the frozen circular staircase, the roars of the crowd converged into the strongest sound of the crusade against the Lich King.

Hoarfrost paved the way forward. But no matter how cold it is, everyone persists.

"Ares, look."

Finally, as he sped down the icy staircase, the attentive Windranger noticed that something was wrong. Sylvanas bent down, staring at the scarlet on the ground.

"Bloodstains!"

Ares said in surprise. A vague premonition appeared in his heart.

And the next picture confirmed his suspicion, and as he continued to ascend the circular staircase, the blood stains became more and more obvious, but there was no corpse in sight.

"Pick up the pace!"

The uneasiness in his heart made Ares more and more anxious. He took three steps and two paces, hoping he still had time. Although, he knew in his heart, it was too late......

The heavy death knell had sounded, and the sight before Ares was shattering as he pushed open the door to the Frozen Throne with trepidation. The Lich King was sitting on the Frozen Throne, and at his feet lay a cold, pale corpse. It was none other than Master Dalaran and the leader of Theramore, Gianna. Prodmoore.

Ares could barely believe his eyes, it shouldn't have been...... History is not like this! Gianna, just like that, died at the hands of the Lich King? But the scene in front of him made him have to believe that this is the truth, this is what happened in the time and space he is in. Gianna was like that, lying at the Lich King's feet. She had a big hole in her chest, and she couldn't imagine how desperately she would have struggled with the fallen Alsace in the last moments of her life. Bloody battle with the Lich King. However, the disparity in strength made her defeat after all. Died at the hands of his former lover......

"Arthas! Pay for your crimes! ”

Finally, Ares was furious. The soldiers of the Ash Judgment were furious.

The light surged within Ares, and the endless rage coalesced into a shining warhammer of light, whistling and slamming into the Death Lord. At the same time, with a vengeful rage, the paladin swung his sword and charged......

Light and shadow, at this moment, the decisive battle.

However, in the face of the enraged people, the Lich King simply pulled out the Frost Sorrow, and like a proud king, the Ancient Demon Sword immediately glowed with a piercing cold, and when the blade hit the Hammer of Fury, it instantly disintegrated the shining Holy Light attack.

The light dissipated, and Arthas roared with his sword.

At the same time, a dozen Wagri roared out from around the Frozen Throne and pounced on the angry Ash Inquisitor.

Boom......

The Ember Bringer and the Frost Grief collide head-on, like enemies in past lives, mortal enemies in this life. One is good and one is evil, light and darkness face off here. The golden light and the blue light of death formed a brilliant swirl aura. Exploded between the two.

As the light dissipated, Ares stabbed forward, and Arthas drew his sword back, once again parrying the paladin's onslaught.

This biting cold, this death-like horn, this cold of the throne that was originally enough to freeze blood, is now being dissolved little by little by the power of the holy light in Ares's body.

The Lich King is on the defensive, but it's not eternal, and Frostmourn craves the blood and soul of the paladins. Either the most formidable foe or the most powerful Death Knight of his own, Frostmourn longs to pierce Ares' flesh and feast on his soul. However, even his founders did not know that Ares' soul did not belong to this world. Therefore, he is not afraid of soul slavery.

In the blazing firelight, the Ember Bringer pressed closer, each time surging with powerful light, forming a dazzling arrow of holy light, shooting towards the Lich King, shooting at the heart of darkness. The hall reverberated with the resounding echoes of Frost Sorrow and the Ash Messenger colliding with each other, as if the duel between the two artifacts had obscured all the splendor of the world.

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